Behind a massive DJ booth on stage, the two producers who make up Justice, Gaspard Augé and Xavier de Rosnay, looked every bit the Frenchmen they are clad in leather jackets and puffing away on cigarettes, while tweaking knobs that sent the songs veering from chunky and grungy to tinseled and glossy. (Have two grown men ever had a bigger crush on late-70s Michael Jackson? On the popular track "D.A.N.C.E.", a London’s children choir sings M.J. references over a seriously coked-up bass line and sleazy synthesized hook.)

It’s hard to say how many of the 3,000 neon-wearing concertgoers were chemically altered, but at least one petite, 26-year-old blonde girl was snorting blow from the recessed filter of her Parliament cigarette. Justice’s man-sized, crucifix-shaped light at the center of the stage blinked to the beat, as she jumped up and down.

“Do you like Parliaments?” she said, winking at a young man next to her. He said no.

The concert hit its peak when they performed a remix of "We Are Your Friends." “We! Are! Your Friends!” the 3,000 neon-wearing Francophiles sang on queue. “You’ll! Never! Be! Alone! Again!” The 26-year-old girl, now in the VIP section, chanted really loudly.

Justice plays again tonight at Terminal 5.